A Fate Worse Than Death… It’scalled Regret.

The sharp sting of disappointment crept beneath his shadow

Masculine fingertips slept upon the nape of her neck

And clung to her like a wet t-shirt

Breathing in opportunity then exhaling just as quickly

Whispers trailed down her spine

Like a warm shot of whiskey

The burn so sweet and seductive

Asphyxiating every shattered second

Until he came undone

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